A Hot Soak

Elizabeth laid back in the tub large enough for two, the hot steam wafting off the surface of the water. Across from her lay Yusuuf, his lean Somalian frame taking up little volume. His large Black cock hung halfway down his thigh, twitching under Elizabeth's lustful gaze. His eyes were closed, enjoying the heat of the water working his lean frame. He'd known only emaciation in his hardship of growing up in Somalia, but remained frugal, growing his fortune for the primary goal of growing the number of countrymen he could bring over. But he needed wives for those men.

"So have you come up with a plan yet?" Yusuuf asked his wife, heavily lidded eyes barely opening to peer at Elizabeth. Her cheeks flushed, and flustered, she stammered a response.

"Ummm, n-n-not yet. Going to meet with Julia and Allie tomorrow," she said.

"Go ahead. I know you want to touch it," Yusuuf said, smirking. Elizabeth reached forward, wrapping her soft white palm around the big Black cock, stroking it, mesmerized by it still.

"So, the Troika, hm?" Yusuuf said. Elizabeth flushed harder, jerking the cock. The Men in the neighborhood called them that now, the three women that kept the rest of the herd in line. That kept the children going to their Islamic school, even the white ones.

"Yes," Elizabeth said breathlessly. She stroked him hard now, his big Black cock gleaming, until she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the tip, feeling thick, rich jets of cum drip into her belly.

"Always the heart of a Christian harlot," Yusuuf said, half-condescending, half-affectionate.

"Yes," Elizabeth agreed, her eyes dropping to her own hungry sex. She'd need to pray to Allah after this, she knew.

"There are plenty, like you. But one day, we'll see the fruits of our work. And we'll know the victory over weak western whites, weak Christians ... started here in this tub, when you saw the truth and embraced it."

"Praise Allah," Elizabeth agreed, and she meant it.